Saturday, July 23, 2005

I Didn't Mean to Start a Fad

Since Granny died last Friday, my boss lost his father this past Thursday morning after a long bout with Parkinson's Disease. Then, one of the Library Assistants lost her aunt the same day. I know imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but you have to draw the line somewhere.

Seriously, it does seem like these things occur in clusters sometimes. May we have better days ahead.

Friday, July 22, 2005

This Explains a Lot

You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying.

"And The Vampire was all that remained on
the blood drowned creation. She attempted to
regrow life from the dead. But as she was
about to give the breath of life, she was
consumed in the flame of The Phoenix and the
cycle began again."

Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)
and Isis (Egyptian).
The Vampire is associated with the concept of
death, the number 9, and the element of fire.
Her sign is the eclipsed moon.

As a member of Form 9, you are a very realistic
individual. You may be a little idealistic,
but you are very grounded and down to earth.
You realize that not everything lasts, but you
savor every minute of the good times. While
you may sometimes find yourself lonely, you
have strong ties with people that will never be
broken. Vampires are the best friends to have
because they are sensible.

Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Link from Jean, who got it from Ronn, who got it from...etc.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

The Rhinoceros Resurfaces

Despite what Jean thinks (thanks, hon, it was sweet of you to say that), I do resemble a rhinoceros. I'm somewhat large (6 feet, 220 lbs.), grumpy, have bad eyesight, and tend to charge anything that invades my space. I also have a thick skin.

Writers have to have rhinoceros skin. From the moment we say "I'm a writer", we have a bull's-eye on our foreheads and a "Kick Me" sign on our butts. Spilling our souls onto paper or into the Great Electron Sea puts us on public display.

All public figures are open to attack and will attacked. Guaranteed. Anything you say can and will be used against you viciously and with malice aforethought. This is a consequence of human nature. Too many people cannot stand to see anyone succeed. Many of them cannot stand to see anyone making the effort. "What makes you so special?", they ask, then proceed to spell out exactly what makes us not better than them.

I see far too many writers around who take deep offense at the thought that anyone could possibly disagree with them. Hey, you can't please everybody. Hell, sometimes, I can't please ANYbody. As a writer, though, I have to expect some people to complain that I'm "not doing it right" or that I'm "too gory" or "too blunt". Any time you put words out in public, somebody is going to disagree. Get used to it. It's part of the job.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Talyn On the Web

Google-icious oddities:

Hmm. The news of her death may be a little premature...

...or maybe it's just one life out of her nine.

Who is Mike and why is he marrying our heroine? Does he know what she really looks like under all that makeup?

OK, now I'm really confused. Maybe she's a chameleon.

It never hurts to have a day job...

...and it's always nice to be welcomed.

Publication day approaches. All will be made clear.

I Just Ain't As Young As I Used To Be

Friday night: found out Granny had died. Began logistical negotiations for trip to Knoxville.

Saturday: Worked until 1:00, went to gym. Back home to continue frantic preparations and plans. Threw clothes into overnight bag. Spent 2 hours gathering up all the small essentials I forgot the first time.

Sunday: Up at 4:30am. Rendezvous with my brothers. Head to Atlanta. Drop off brother's truck in downtown Atlanta (he is in training this week) at his hotel. High-speed run toward Tennessee. Arrived in Knoxville around 2:30. Quick rest. To funeral home for visitation from 4-6. Got lost. Got found. Got there about 4:30. Dinner afterward with family.

Sunday night: unfamiliar bed + stress = not much sleep + bad dreams

Monday: Head to cemetary for funeral. Got lost again. Got found again. Got there on time. 11:30 - funeral over, torrential deluge follows. Lunch for family provided by church. Good food. Good visiting. Many photographs. Back on Interstate around 1:30. Arrived downtown Atlanta at 5:00. Really bad idea. Dropped brother off at hotel. Sat in traffic. Sat in traffic. Sat in traffic. Sat in traffic. Got home about 8:30. Collapsed into bed.

I've been discombobulated and out of sorts ever since. I used to be able to bounce back after this kind of thing. These days, I don't bounce--I splat. Slowly scraping myself back into a reasonably compact pile.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

In Memoriam

Thank you, everyone, for the sympathy and support. It really does mean a lot.

Michelle said that Granny "must have been quite a woman". You might say that.

Ruth Ellison was born and raised in poverty so profound her family literally lived under the specter of starvation. This was way before there were any organized welfare programs or "safety nets". They scrabbled and scratched and survived by their wits and their work ethic. When she was 14, Ruth moved from Louisiana to Knoxville, Tennessee, with only what she could wear and carry. There she eventually met and married Omer Lee Nipper. They worked their way up into lower middle-class comfort while they raised their 5 children.

Grandaddy died in 1969 of a massive cerebral hemorrhage while he was mowing the lawn. He was dead before he hit the ground. Over the years since then, Granny buried 2 of her sons, the oldest and youngest of her children.

Some of us let life push us around. We let it knock us down and kick us in the ribs. We let it spit in our faces and laugh at us. Granny never did that. She was a tall woman, strong, bull-headed, and opinionated (Hmmm...sounds vaguely familiar). She was, and is, a lighthouse standing tall and strong, blazing her beacon against the hurricane, daring it to knock her down if it can. Granny set a high standard. It's a good one to strive for.

I'm off to Knoxville now. See you Tuesday.